Everything Connects, except my shoulder.

Well bitch got her out of state insurance coverage. L'opération will commence on Tuesday 16th a full two and a half weeks since it broke. I am sure that is going to add complications but good luck to her.

"I won't bury the lede. My surgeon Luke and his insurance administrator Jack got me approved for out-of-network surgery here. "We're good to go on Tuesday," Jack said when he called while i was having a coffee at the bookstore off The Plaza. I cried. I whispered hundreds of Thank You's to Those Who Hear Our Whispered Thanks. i have often been called a one-off. The surgeon even said i was a singular sort during our conversation the other day. after all the tsuris and still the pain of the next fews days to get through, i kind of like being referred to as outside the network. i am so grateful to luke and jack and the person in authority who had the empathy to approve this. That nameless faceless entity with the power to affect my life did so in a positive way that feels a bit like salvation. there is even a way to look at bureaucracy in a spiritual way i guess when it was being folded in already no matter the outcome to my pigrimage.

The walk today and the people i met fit into the heightened state i feel these days which is the balance for the pain and the stress. Surrender and decisions have been in quite a dance. The narrative of today - of which the approval of the surgery was but a part - was a bit mind-blowing even by my mystical standards. But i need to eat then (sort of) lie down and contemplate this day. i will write more deeply about it tomorrow.

onward"

If I have a choice to be treated in France for a serious injury rather than the United States, I am choosing France.

“The surgeon even said i was a singular sort during our conversation the other day“

Breathtaking arrogance coupled with a severe self-awareness deficit.

Surgeon is probably only doing this as a professional courtesy to Sesshie’s medic relatives. Cue the gofundme for post-surgery rehab then REHAB

Surgeon probably walked out of the room and thought "What a weird cunt. And that smell!"

🎼They tried to make me go to rehab I said Go Go GoFundMe🎵

He’s back to eating blue cheese and eggs. This time with a side of leftover calamari that he would very much like you to know is from a recent dinner he had with Ali MacGraw

She is the definition of a disaster. Bless her heart.

They really do zap the KS threads around here, huh

R8 the person who reports them / gets them deleted is an enabler to Sesshie’s self-destruction. We talk about what he posts, and he is delusional and deeply fucked up. Whoever gets these threads deleted likely thinks they’re protecting him in some way. But we — people who can see clearly— are not the problem. You can delete our threads all you want. But you can’t delete proof that Sesshie is a narcissistic imbecile who can’t write. In order to do that you’d have to delete all of his Facebook and Instagram posts. Good luck with that!

Also, I think it’s his sister. She’s very Rosemary Kennedy if you know what I mean and I think you do.

Well, this shoulder saga has had me in stitches!! 😂😂 He’s really fucking stupid. I predicted he’d be sucking at Ali macgraw’s teat, and sure enough, he hadn’t been in Santa Fe 24 hours before he was having dinner with her. I really couldn’t believe he didn’t get treated in Paris. I hope they amputate his arm, and he can use it whenever he NEEDS TO GET FUCKED….RIGHT NOW!!!😂😂😂

But note that he’s not staying at Ali MacGraw’s, or his new friend and fellow looney-tune Kathelin’s. And as someone pointed out in the latest deleted thread, he had all those breakfast/lunch/theater/ballet dates in NY, and not one of his associates was willing to put him up on their couch or in their guest room/pool house, etc. No. He had to stay at the hostel in Chelsea and wander around the breakfast room in his underpants stinking up the joint and asking randos to wipe his ass and whatnot.

The people he brags about being associated with are not the fawning dementia-addled commentators on his FB posts. And that, my friends, is his tragedy.

Or at least one of them.

R1 - is this for real? Like it’s really a quote from him? Because, of so, he’s absolutely the worst sort of oblivious boomer: “the world revolves around me, and my navel is the most fascinating thing to ever exist and fuck everyone else!”

This asshole takes and takes and takes and has never once given! His idea of “giving” is coasting along while using others, and interacting with NPCs to be used in his scribblings as foils in order to - again - gaze at his own fucking navel. He’s so maddeningly unself-aware!

(Just to note - I’m an [italic]actual[/italic] fucking cripple due to delayed cervical spinal surgery that damaged my spinal cord because my province’s medical system is FUCKED - and a gen-xer who raised a kid without any support or complaint while fighting depression, C-PTSD, and chronic physical pain for years, which is neither here nor there, but… never once did I make that anyone else’s problem; nor did I grift or abandon pets. I’m not a great person - not at all! However, I’m a damn sight better than this disgusting, snivelling toad of a man.

R12 Agreed, and I’m not Medicare~age yet, but how is this clown related to two MDs and picked the scammiest of insurance options, an Advantage plan?

Anyway, grifter that he is, he succeeded in getting them to cover it.

Sesshie-haters are people too!

It’s ludicrous that his FB friends/enablers are decrying the evil health insurance system when it’s he who is milking the system and risking his own health. He could have had excellent, low-cost care in Paris or gone to an in-network surgeon in NY, which has some of the best orthodpedic doctors in the world, but oh no, he had to continue this suicidal “pilgrimage.”

Shr left Paris because she knew the surgery would be relatively cheap, and wouldn’t be able to grift tens of thousands from it, because even the dumbest yokel knows that health care in France is heavily subsidized - even for foreigners.

She left NYC because she couldn’t afford any more nights at the Chelsea Ho(s)tel, and no one would put her up.

Everything Connects. Onward.

What did Ali Macgraw (sp?) think of his signature scent?

R16 the one from his mouth, his pits or his ass?

If he starts a GoFundMe someone needs to tip off the IRS (to whom he owes $45k).

I hope the hospital sends him straight to drug rehab after surgery and physical rehabilitation. I actually feel sorry for the fool.

"Call him Ishmael. He now helps his wife run her clothes shop on Galisteo after having a surgery he told me about when i asked about his story as i was buying a lady's loose-fitting jumper to wear as part of my post-surgery wardrobe next week. He remembered me from my browsing the store the day before. "the guy looking at ladies clothes is back," he said and we shared a laugh."

LOL.

Can his slight sissy frame not support clothing made for men?

Everything connects—except the synapses in my fried messhy brain.

Are we really supposed to believe everyone he meets has had shoulder surgery? And that they speak in the same overblown language and use all the very specific, idiosyncratic phrases he does? And that they all tell him they have been sent to him to give him a message of healing? They’re not, like, people in their own right, just characters wandering through and bolstering Sesshie’s batshit narrative.

Somebody help me out here. What drug is he taking that would produce these types of delusions?

Fairy Dust, R23

Y'all got him to close shop on Instagram

R25 He’s sessumsmagazine on the gram and he ain’t shutting up anytime soon.

R23 I know! Literally every single person he's met has either had shoulder surgery or is best friends with someone who has. Fucking delusional. All so that 'Everything Connects'

Thank you, OP, for one of my favorite thread titles.

Sessums Magazine hahahaha

Ok so he posted 6 selfies yesterday with people he called Narrative/Person. All 6 of them seemed to have had experience of shoulder injuries and surgery. What the fuck!?

Everything projects.

Has he been arrested or thrown off of the campus of St John’s College for harassing students yet?

Just looked at Insta and found this portrait of Uncle Fester. God he is a creep.

The meth has addled the brain surely. I’ve noted his new affectation of using lower case i in the rambling posts. It’s all one continuous grift, isn’t it?

He needs a long detox in a rehab.

R34 one that includes day trips to Broadway shows. Or is she going to be detoxing from her need of a cultural theeahtah fix too?

R33 yes i noticed that too (see what I did there). Why doesn't he just type his nonsense posts out on his phone. He only needs his thumbs for that. Or as one of his Frau followers told him just tap in a lower case L i.e. l and it becomes a capital I. He is a fucking idiot.

Any picturesof her shack yet?

I'm glad we've been getting stealthier with these threads. This grifting cunt deserves to be viciously mocked by those who know her machinations. Thank you, OP!

She's only spit bathing every three days. 🤮 And of course she worked a name drop into her latest 'narrative'. I somehow doubt Tom F ever returns any calls these day, unlike Ali MacGraw.

"Small-town Santa Fe. Yesterday was my after three days spit bath and change of clothes day . Even gave my beard a trim until the English trimmer conked out so bought a cheap American one yesterday to trim it down further today. Brit cord not adaptable. Wasn’t easy but got it done and even was inspired to turn this cashmere scarf that Tom Ford sent me one year for Christmas into a sling shawl. When I said hello to my new friend Nelly-Joy yesterday at her gallery, she told me I looked like a Masai. I like the term warrior better than tough old coot, come to think of it.

Onward"

I’m recovering from hand surgery and wrap my hand and bandage with a plastic bag tied with a rubber band and carefully get into a sitz bath everyday. I can’t get the bandage wet. I then, after washing completely, carefully get out. I can’t stand being dirty. I’m the same age as he. I leave the door to my apartment unlocked during the bath in case I fall hoping people will hear me and come in. I will do this for at least a week, maybe two. Should I be taking a spit bath? My grandmother btw called those “whores’ baths”.

Checked out her Insta; seems like she ropes every random person she meets into taking a selfie with her and becoming a part of her "story" - Awkward! Lord, I hope I have more self awareness when I am her age. I will say though, as much fun as it is to pile on and make fun, it's obvious she is not happy - or even well - and these delusions of grandeur are literally (I totally used this word right here, lol) all she has to keep her going. I feel kind of mean, but not mean enough to keep from joining in, obviously

He is really hateful. I do not understand how he became a published author since he can't write!

He actually was a decent writer once upon a time but his talent was undermined by drug use, constantly making everything all about himself, and fawning obsessively over every celebrity he met.

Not his "story," R41, his "NARRATIVE"!

The onward narrative of my pilgrimage in the light where everything connects...

Finally! He met someone without a broken shoulder story who refused to pose for one of his stupid pictures.

"Small-town Santa Fe. When I arrived on Sunday after unpacking I went and sat on my patio and was welcomed by one lone gigantic bee which signaled to me in my spiritual practice not only a welcome and acknowledgment but also that things were going to be heightened. It buzzed in an imbuing all about me but refused to be photographed. "

Still with the "spiritual practice" mumbo-jumbo though.

People often refer to Sesshie’s past writing but what they seem to forget is he had good editors and sub editors to polish his narcissistic ramblings into publishable prose.

I seem to recall his writing was insufferable when he was at career peak. Those VF profiles were a hard slog.

The writing was less crazy, a little tighter and with fewer glaring errors (as R47 notes) but I don't recall any hint of a personal style. Self-infatuation isn't in itself a writing style.

R42, as I previously said in the nuked thread, Mississippi has a surpising & storied literary tradition: Faulkner, Williams, Wright, Welty, Grisham, the list goes on. I wonder if miss thing sees them as peers, or if she could ever deign themselves to realize the limits to her talent. Fraus down here gush over her though.

I was also mildly distressed to see her posting an "everything-connects" photo with a former work colleague of mine in NYC. Thank God it was just a sidewalk hit-and-run.

That "small-town" affectation really grates on my nerves.

How did the bridges get burned in Hudson of all places

I have three friends who follow him on FB. All gay men. One reposts him. I've lost all respect for that one.

Oh, good grief. She's succumbed to a poncho.

R53 Proportionally, it looks like a full-length ball gown on him.

She's a regular Clint Eastwood.

And by that I mean an old wizened cunt.

Is it… a CAFTAN?!

He's either so mentally ill that he's hallucinating (cats and bees are sending him messages) or he's using again. I'm pretty sure the people giving him rides to CVS and providing him with hand-me-down muu-muus think they're being kind, but they're just enabling his downward spiral. I've reached a point where I'm not going to check his FB or Insta anymore, because I can see where this is going, and even though I think he's a massive asshole, I take no pleasure in seeing where he's headed.

Where is he headed, R57? Is he going to wander off into the desert and die of thirst?

I’m looking forward to his one-man show about Georgia O’Keefe.

There's going to be GoFundMe. I am sure of it.

Everything Collects.

Why do I always think of this song when he posts on of his grimace selfies

She will never miss a chance to grift especially after her dubious "injury."

It appears that I am no longer his FB friend, presumably because he unfriended me. No explanation: I’ve never commented on his posts.

American Gothic

Have those (free) Mom jeans been washed since Paris?

Oh FFS he found some freesheet magazine called Connect so of course had to take a picture of it. What an asshole.

And as for that video he did of the cat in the shack....lip smacking for days.

I hope she doesn’t try to wash her messhy pusshy at Ten Thousand Waves!

Now I’m afraid to go out in Santa Fe for fear I’ll be dragged into a photo op with a grifter. Go home tourist.

R68 er...he has no home.

She gave up any home so she could live in London, Paris, Santa Fe, San Francisco, New York....on a permanent pilgrimage. For having no fixed abode she should have lost her Medicare. I'm not mean enough to report her.

I don't know how much they're paying that poor girl Ashley over at Wellcare/Fidelis, but whatever it is, it ain't enough for what Sesshie just put her through.

Sesshlly Golightly

--Traveling

Are eldergays here obsessed with Sessie because they are afraid one or two missteps in their own lives and they might end up like him? Or more likely they know the effort and cunning and careful right decisions they have had to make along the way not to have ended up like him and therefore have little sympathy for the fool?

R73 I hate him for agreeing to feed my cat for a week, but didn’t and then he copped a huge attitude about it.

Others here have their own tales to tell about this asshole

R73 For me, it's a cross between Schadenfreude and the entertainment of hate-watching a show that's so godawful it's fabulous. And because he's such a miserable, disingenuous, phony, insufferable twat. Human decency would mandate that one should take pity on such a critter, but he goes out of his way, every single day, to make that impossible. Which is kind of delicious.

R73, in addition to what previous commenters have said, he makes me feel like a king in my 1000 sf tract house. I'm caring for my dementia-afflicted father and will probably crawl over the finish line, but at least I'm not living in a fucking shack after blowing a fortune on booze and dope!

Even his ‘narrative’ is messhy.

As somebody astutely pointed out earlier in this thread, everybody he runs into in his pilgrimage uses the exact vocabulary he does -- they point out that he's radiating a halo of light, they've almost all had identical shoulder injuries (one even sustained one in Paris), and they are thoroughly enraptured by the minutiae of his pilgrimage. Strangers stop and stare and connect (as does everything, natch) with him, mesmerized by his aura, then, on cue, start blurting out random pronouncements rife with spiritual haikus and quirky coincidences which are then pureed into the multiple inane word salads he tosses out on FB and IG (and, presumably, his Nutsack "rubrics") multiple times a day to the gaggle of followers who are clearly the fuel for this drivelmobile.

R75 with you the whole way. He's a constant car crash. And utterly loathsome. And he was a super CUNT to anybody he deemed inferior back in the day when he was earning money and not grifting eye glasses and theatre tickets and pursuing the whole 'paying kindness forward' bullshit.

For every grinning kindly soul (or sap) who poses with him, there have got to be a dozen or so who give him a wide berth (or worse). I wish Sesshie would Sum *those* up. Can you imagine? We need to send out a stringer.

R73 honestly I read his last book (randomly) and thought “this isn’t going to end well; people shouldn’t declare themselves ‘sober’ 6 months into it” and thought no more about it until he showed up on the DataLounge trending topics as a grifter.

I genuinely wish him well but he’s determined to keep going on this self-destructive path, it seems.

I’m still catching up on the thread but my god, R46, he’s now dragging a poor, innocent BEE into his self-aggrandising narrative?! I can’t!!

R82 I'd like a word with that damn bee. Why the fuck didn't she "connect"?

Historically he has snubbed anyone he considered Bee List, so this is a sign of growth.

R64 - has this guy even handled a rake before (let alone any tool?)?! 21st century American gothic indeed. He just found it in his shed/home and thought it would make an amusing prop. Fuck that shit. This perennial city dweller has never done manual labour in his life, and it’s an insult to people who must make a living destroying their bodies that way.

I honestly would be fine living in a shack in the middle of nowhere, but I’m also a serious introvert who grew up rural and somewhat self-sufficient, growing food, looking after chickens, and building stuff and whatnot, always learning about the flora and fauna around me and exploring the wilderness, and also having a lot of therapy for my (substantial) early trauma, some of which was zen-based (DBT). I also grew up without religion. Sesshie… did not do any of these things.

I just can’t see this unevolved, materially-attached person thriving in such an environment. I would care a lot and be really worried about him if he weren’t such a grifting shitstain.

Hell hath no fury like a bottom scorned.

What’s truly hilarious is, the riding high, expense account marauding Kevin, the vile cunt Kevin who sneered at every underlining in his wake, would absolutely DESPISE the current hobbled and homeless Kevin. He’d laugh and whisper to, “for lawds sake, steer clear of that cripple”…

My issue is this. According to a poster on a deleted thread, he told a group of other gay men that when he was staying at his brother’s guesthouse, he felt grateful for a small loan his brother gave him and got the notion that he would like to go up to the big house and give his brother (I shit you not) “a luxurious blow job” to thank him for the loan. Luxurious. His brother. According to Sesshie, all the doors were locked at the big house so he skittered back to the shack he was staying in, and if I remember correctly, Sesshie said his brother likely locked all the doors because he knew what Sesshie’s insane, incestuous ass was up to.

To paraphrase John Cheever, “What can you do with a man like that?”

And he defended this lunacy by saying siblings who lose their parents at a young age don’t have sexual boundaries, which, sorry. That’s a you thing.

Also, he’s just a pompous, talentless, grifting fucking clown. Please let me know if you have any other questions about why I love to hate Sesshie.

[quote]What’s truly hilarious is, the riding high, expense account marauding Kevin, the vile cunt Kevin who sneered at every underlining in his wake, would absolutely DESPISE the current hobbled and homeless Kevin. He’d laugh and whisper to, “for lawds sake, steer clear of that cripple”…

True words, r87.

and r88.

R87 - fuck yes!! I’m now a cripple of three years who can barely walk due to spinal cord injury/early onset arthritis/hypermobility that my province’s health care system absolutely dropped the ball on - but the thing is I’m ACTUALLY grateful I’m still able to somewhat function after surgery on my cervical spine and still hold down the job that I love, which can be pretty physical, but I adapted and make it work. I’m always pleasant to people, too, now that I’m no longer in constant pain after long-delayed neurosurgery. I don’t use my disability to grift, nor do I see it as some epic journey or struggle; it just is what it is and I deal with it, quietly. This asshole… he fucking grinds my gears with his “onwards” and “it all connects”. Now he’s trying to co-opt the disabled for his grift?!? Bitch please. I fell because of my spinal cord injury and had a third degree separation of my shoulder and didn’t even go to hospital because I knew there was nothing they could do. I just dealt with it. Man up, ffs, boomer!

As he basks in the light, beatifically glowing in spiritual-repose selfies, I wonder. Do you think he believes any of his own tripe? It's clearly not genuine in terms of "paying it forward," or making amends, or kindness, but, in his own way, does he believe this? Or is the whole pilgrim-in-(ladies')-rags journey schtick just his only face-saving recourse, his only way to parlay his decay -- in which not a single member of his exalted coterie of celebrity friends has offered even a cot or a sofa to sleep on--into some kind of glamorized Gandhi cosplay? To make it seem like this is all a deliberate act as opposed to a tragically deserved dwindling? Clearly he has not given up his obsession with material things (fashion, that pretentious array of literature and wriswatches flat-Stanley-ing their way around the cramped Airbnbs), and he seems unaware that his postings are as shallow as ever. But do you think he believes that he is on some special journey, somewhere in the windmills of that mottled dome?

[quote] Do you think he believes any of his own tripe? It's clearly not genuine in terms of "paying it forward," or making amends, or kindness, but, in his own way, does he believe this?

No, R91, I don't think he believes any of it. He's an opportunist to the core; it's all a means to a grifting end. It's a look, a pose, and he's nothing if not a poseur--he's built his entire life around posing--and his words are as hollow and empty as they sound.

Not that he is not a grifter, but I also think he is in some type of manic state. His behavior is elevated and distorted. It is curious as you mentioned, r91, that since all his nonsense began in London not one person he has run into or contacted has offered him a place to stay. He mentioned the other day his sister is coming to Santa Fe to care for him after his surgery. If I were his sister, I would have told him to contact Ali McGraw and ask her to help out since they are such bosom buddies. Such an appalling person.

A "luxurious" blow job? Is that code for "toothless?"

When it's all in the family, so to speak, R94, I guess it is...

I really hope r88 is joking. That story about his brother cannot be real.

This meth-addled Mary is disgusting. He’s pulling out the dead parents card for his Facebook frauen but this time manages to add a vile graphic description of his father’s death and blame his Mom for “giving up” after that when she had cancer - he’s repulsive in every way.

Can painkillers make some people manic? He has to be on something for the pain. Or painkillers combined with some illegal drug?0

It could be the despair.

^ Doom LA: Are you a professional writer? Your writing skills are amazing!

Relevancy, validation and ego. These are what drives this sad little man.

Years ago, I knew another old guy Rick, on Christopher St. He was large, pale, and slack faced, his clothes smelled bad,and though he was a gentle, nice man, he really looked like someone had “rode him hard ad put him back wet.” A lot like what Kevin looks like now.

He had been a top hairdresser and done magazine covers, etc. as a top stylist (back then there were only an handful) and fell out of favor with drugs and alcohol. He’d sit up in the window every day, peering out in the street and I befriended him. I’d buy him a coffee or dessert once in awhile, and he told me lots of stories. He was always looking for work and working in a high end shop then, I arranged an interview for him at the salon I worked at. I really had to pull a lot of favors to make that happen, and he didn’t show up!

I got angry and didn’t really engage much with him after that, he was in his 60’s and acting like a man baby.

I think KS stories are an old man revering or living in his past, a general disconnect from current reality, and that like Rick, wasn’t doing anything to reverse his predicament, but swanning around in his own manufactured fabulosity, waiting for someone to throw him a safety line.

It’s tiring, I feel bad for his family who is likely bankrolling him, and that this isn’t going to end well, especially because reading between the lines, he doesn’t talk about sobriety, any projects aside from his own manufactured ones, or how he’s navigating his pain sober.

KS reminds me of an ex of mine - a “former” meth addict and fabulist with spiritual pretensions who refused to work and soaked me for the better part of $20,000 before I finally pulled the plug.

Wherever he is, I hope he’s as miserable as KS secretly is.

And before I get primetimed out of this thread, I’d just like to second the comment above about DoomLA. Your comments are gold. Thank you!

If you walk into a store with a busted shoulder, and get chatting to the owner and they say, "I have a friend who also bust their shoulder," it is NOT a "heightened coincidence," it is just a shopkeeper making small talk.

Can I vote a third time that DoomLA is ten times the writer Sesshie is and actually it would be amusing if for every Sesshie post on Facebook there was a DoomLA translation beneath it. That I would actually pay money for to Shitstack.

R101’s comment about the “man baby” in his 60s reminds me that KS, like so many other profoundly solipsistic people - especially those in the “arts” (what KS purveys is scarcely worthy of the term) - is a Boomer.

I know - not all Boomers think the Universe revolves around them and that their self-perceived brilliance entitles them to a fabulous life whether they work for it or not, but of the people I’ve met in that category, all have been Boomers.

If I were on FB, I’d be sorely tempted to “OK boomer” her. Imagine her spluttering indignation!

R91, You asked if he believes his own tripe? I think it's irrelevant. The thing with Sesshie is he cares about how things look, not about how things are. I think back on the post he did with a picture of the building in Hudson that had section 8 housing for seniors. He was considering applying, but clearly hated how the building looked. And he hated how he'd look as a normal 67 year old, living within his means. It was at that moment he came up with the whole pilgrim schtick.

So he develops this plan to go from one cultural hub to the next and stay in the cheapest possible Airbnbs, and spends all his waking hours trying to *look* like a rich sophisticate. The press tickets, the opera, the ballet, you know the drill. Remember how he'd go sit his stanky-ass in the Dior store in Paris and pretend to read a book? He wants to rub shoulders with glamorous people, run into Mick Jagger at Prada, and look like someone who can afford to shop at these places. He's already running around Santa Fe going to all the fancy stores and galleries, forcing himself on the staff -- a captive audience who mostly just have to be polite to the old coot.

If someone calls him on his shit -- for instance asks him why he's doing all this globetrotting instead of hunkering down and paying his taxes -- he's got an answer. As he has told us time and time again, he is not a tourist, he's a pilgrim! Someone in his FB comments yesterday asked why he chose to visit Santa Fe, and he said something like he never does anything for a reason, he just gets a feeling of vision about something. He's running on pure vibes, our little Seshhie. You can't argue with his visions and hunches.

And he's fooling nobody except for the fraus. He can brag all he wants about the pashmina he's been wearing that he says was a gift from Tom Ford. Zoom in and it's thoroughly motheaten. And the briefest glance at what's left of his teeth will confirm he's not even passing as middle-class at this point. So back to your question about whether he believes all the hoo haa he spouts. I think he thinks he can use the pilgrim nonsense to deflect from his recklessness and it's working out for him. What he believes is he can do whatever he wants and nobody gets to question him because he's on this higher plane he invented. I don't think this is going to end well for him, but I think he wants to go out in a blaze of glory (falling down the Paris metro stairs or some shit) rather than living to a respectable old age in senior housing.

And I agree with everyone else. You're a much better writer than he ever was.

Somewhere up above Sessie or someone mentioned The Way of the Pilgrim. What he’s doing is as far from The Way of the Pilgrim as one can get.

[quote]How did the bridges get burned in Hudson of all places

No idea. He befriended me on FB at one point and I thought, odd but okay, sure. This was at the time of his move to San Francisco when he was to edit some new magazine. I read scattered posts for a while but they became too bizarre and I stopped. Around the time of his move to Hudson I got a new FB friend request and as I have some experience moving from big cities to small places, maybe this will be an interesting adjustment. It was clear he thought that Hudson would be a panacea, that he would be a bit of a big name in a 'small town,' but it was also clear that his finances and prospects were not bright. I read only scattered posts and he disappeared from my feed for a long while, cropping up again when he it was clear her was a little tight for money and his economizing in moving to Hudson had perhaps not been enough.

He wrote of being harrassed by some druggie with who he had sex, evidently, of giving up pets (again) for who he couldn't be bothered to keep a less than revolting cat box, of pining over other pets he had lost or relinquished, of the misplaced optimism of being 'this close' to a big book deal, of a change of fortune that wasn't going to happen, of believing that some lunch or dinner was going to secure a big and fabulous future... And all the while that he was harping about humility and the El Camino and living simply, he still managed to come across as a vile person who had learned nothing but new disguises from his long tumble down the hill of Grace. He is absolutely a long, slow motion image of a train wreck, but with a thick outer crust of cuntiness and hauteur that makes it impossible to have more than the rare seconds worth of pity.

His current course of Grifting, his Pilgrim's Path has the pathos of a Thackeray novel but none of the humor. I can only read his rantings in small infrequent doses and don indulge too frequently in schadenfreude, but damn, what a show this creep puts on.

Heightened Coincidence.

Oh do fuck off!

Small doses of Sesshie.

One of my little lovely doggies squats down to take a nice, long poo.

Literally every single time, he’ll stop midway, and turn back and stare at his poop hanging midair, like he’s amazed all this is coming out of him….

This is what I imagine Sesshie does while sitting down writing his posts.

Hubris is the secret sauce in Sessums' persona that makes him so repulsive.

I’m a Doom LA fan, but there have been quite a few scathing, funny, and wise writers on these threads.

I don’t include myself!

The Sessums threads are the best threads on DL. I hope these are increasingly being screenshot. I have been.

He's an unbearable cunt.

[quote]I'm going straight to Hell

I'll save you a seat, r49.

^^Sorry, r49, I meant r41, but you're welcome to join us.

Honest, decent people don't go to hell, because there is no hell.

But if there is one, grifting cunts like Sessums will be there.

Okay the latest FB post is so batshit I had to stop like a third of the way in. Who’s scamming who ?

Everything Infects!

Ali MacGraw’s people need to step in and pry her away from his dirty, grifting paws. On the other hand, she’s famously all-in with 12-step meetings and recovery, so maybe she’ll drag Sesshie’s filthy ass back in the right direction.

Speaking of 12-step meetings and recovery....

Is it just my selective reading or has he not mentioned these meetings since he became a Pilgrim of the Shards of Light?

All of this is going to devolve quickly-

“It’s not just.a cardboard box I sit in, but milled from the finest trees from France!”

“This isn’t a UHaul blanket, but a Persian comforter Tom Ford gave me at his Persian runway show in 08,.”

Can’t Ali smell his messhy pusshy?

From here.

R121 online meetings were a constant part of his narrative’ throughout Covid and when he would visit NYC he would always comment on going back to his original AA meeting in The Village. I don’t think he has mentioned any meetings since he started on his rube holiday. Where is that part of the ‘narrative???’

R104 Thanks! We all are. It's a low bar indeed. These threads are riveting and hilarious.

"SATURDAY HEIGHTENED COINCIDENCE #4: I have been trying to find a simple black cotton poncho to wear post-surgery that wasn't cost prohibitive and finally found one on my Plaza amble hanging on a rack outside a women's store. Went in to pay for it and was standing inches away from this dark-haired beauty at the small counter as she was buying or exchanging a leather change purse. i tried not to get in the way of her own transaction or to get bumped by customers on the other side where my shattered shoulder was. the young woman at the check out asked about the sling and i gave her a brief version of the narrative.

The woman next to me turned and said, "Do not look on this as suffering. You don't deserve to suffer. This is not about suffering." "You are repeating what i have been saying about this," i told her, "which is that i could choose to see this as punishment and suffering or i could see it as a ..."

"Crucible," she said, invoking the term i have been using for this experience. I have learned not to be shocked anymore by these heightened moments, just live gratefully in the wonder. "Yes, a crucible toward a deeper enlightenment," i said.

She turned to face me. "This is a moment," she said, waving her hand within the small space between our bodies as if it were in need of kneading, a tactility to the stillness between our chests. "Live in this moment. When i was 32," she said, "i had a heart attack and stroke while driving with my young children in the car and crashed it. Thankfully they weren't hurt but i was in a coma for two months and had a near death experience. i had to learn to use a whole side of my body again when i returned. This experience for you is about being in your body in a new way as you heal. It is an opportunity. When I came back into mine i had a new mission to help others heal."

"Who are you?"

"Shan. I moved to Taos and became a shamanic healer. Let's go out into the courtyard and let me work on you." When we got outside, she introduced me to her friend sitting on the stairs, Maureen Dodd. "She's a healer too," she said. "Talk to her while i do this." So i did as she did, laying her increasingly warm hands upon my shattered shoulder that warmed to them. During our simultaneous conversation, I told Maureen that i had come into the store to buy a black cotton poncho. The beatifically bemused Maureen reached into her own bag and pulled out an identical one that she too had bought.

After about 7 or so minutes Shan shook out her hands. I turned to her. "That was deeply kind of you," I said. "Thank you. i'm so grateful." "I can tell you are deeply kind yourself. I know it, You are a kind person," Shan said.

"i'll own that," i replied. "i am both a receptacle for kindness and someone who also pays it forward.' "Stop," said Shan to the man walking past us at that exact moment. She put her hand in front of his chest and turned him around so I could see the front of him and his t-shirt. BE KIND was printed on it.

"Who the fuck are you?" i asked the guy after Shan explained we were in the midst of talking about kindness. "I'm Carlos," he said, staring at me. "Keep manifesting."

I am a conduit. I bear witness. The manifestations are gifts - illuminations - from a power greater than myself. Onward"

[quote]I have been trying to find a simple black cotton poncho to wear post-surgery that wasn't cost prohibitive and finally found one on my Plaza amble hanging on a rack outside a women's store.

Again? Didn't someone lend him that dirt brown Mexican poncho he was sporting? How many women's petite size post-surgery ponchos does he need?

I imagine he will look truly pitiful on the black number which might be his ploy for the 27 selfies of his pitiful GoFundMe self.

Saint Sesshie is on a roll! Onward you bitches!

Per R127 posting, I swear he just makes this shit up.

"Who the fuck are you?" i asked the guy after Shan explained we were in the midst of talking about kindness. "I'm Carlos," he said, staring at me. "Keep manifesting." ....

Carlos should have punched him in his shoulder for being so rude.

r127, this almost made me spit take my coffee. This is completely UNHINGED 🤣🤣🤣 (Also, is everybody a New Age "The Secret" kinda weirdo in Santa Fe?)

R127 Good god! It's beyond parody at this point. There isn't one corny local cultural cliché that our little Auntie Fester doesn't absorb and regurgitate, Zeliglike, from each pilgrim point.

Are people really barking this contrived shamanistic saccharine at her because she's in deeply spiritual Santa Fe or is she re"writing" all of it? Go try this shit in Gallup, bitch!

Where's her next infestation? I'm not sure how much more if this mindless Santa Fe treacle I can take.

^ *of

R127🎼 twoooo grifters off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see.🎼

His poor sister is now having to trek to New Mexico to look after him. He's treating her to lunch with Ali MacGraw. Wonder if Ali is paying.

"My sister is on her way to Santa Fe today to be with tomorrow at the hospital for my shoulder surgery and the next two weeks here. She drove her RV from Tennessee. Last night she stopped over in Albuquerque. She texted me this picture of the RV sitting under a double rainbow her first night in New Mexico and wrote: “Think it’s a sign that we’re gonna have a good week! Double rainbow right after I parked at Home Depot this evening. May be the most amazing, colorful one I’ve ever seen. Soooo cool. I got out in the rain to get the photo! Lasted a little over 5 minutes…”. I texted back: “welcome to the flow …”. She should be here by noon and I am taking her and my friend Ali out for lunch. Onward"

The people he meets and the 'heightened coincidences' he's having make me never want to go to Santa Fe. They all seem batshit.

Only in New Mexico kids, only in New Mexico.

Imagine stumbling into this thread on accident, and trying to puzzle out who this is about.

This just happened to me, and I read every post. I still don't know, but I enjoyed my accidental detour, which had a side of Ali Macgraw, which I did not expect this morning.

Ali MacGraw, D list celebrity has-been, is finally getting the attention she never deserved…

I'm sorry, but those two 'Shaman' look more like two Orange County silicone grifters making the Santa Fe rounds to con folks into thinking they have special healing powers. I have good friends who live full-time in Santa Fe and they comment that there is a mix of true healers and there are the 'other set' of folks that will take your last dime if you let them. Good for them that Sesshie didn't have a dime to give.

"Who the fuck are you?" WOW, he ends this 'heightened manifestation of Grace' thread with THAT??? After talking to the silicone-sisters about KINDNESS? That, folks, is the proof these are the ramblings of addled, twisted, fucked-up old coot.

He's showing that his enlightened self is still gritty and badass, R141. I'm sure there's some kink involved as well. Bad sexy tough-talkin' enlightened daddy. Like his insistence on wearing ladies' garments. and discussing his body stench and fecal habits. He activates my gag reflex, and not in a sexy way.

He is a putrid grifter. Can't wait for the heightened coincidence during the surgery. Look to the light.

Is Ali McGraw - animal rights advocate that she is - aware of what became of Finn and Matty and his poor GoFundMe dog?

R130 of course he’s making it up — at the very least, he’s making up the laughably unbelievable dialogue. No one, not even white lady shamans from Santa Fe, talks like that

Sesshie’s shoulder injury is a_________.

A) - View from the Bridge

B) - Death of a Salesman

C) - Crucible

"Today I finally found a canvas diaper big enough for my noon-day load. I did so in a boutique called Schittz & Giggles run by a one-legged trampoline artist. As I was paying the fee in a mixture of sea shells and seed corn, a shaman bumped into me. I told her I had a broken shoulder so watch it, bitch. "I can tell you are very kind," she said. "What the fuck is your cunt name?" I asked. "Ali McBeal," she said, casting a spell of sacred healing on a mosquito on her arm. "This reminds me of something I said to Robert Downey Jr. and Chris Evans in a hotel room in Bel Air," I remarked. "What was that?" she said. "Excuse me, wrong room," I said and shut the door."

More R147 ! MORE! Hysterical.

Quintessential Queer Quixote.

" i only touch on fragments of all i experience here on Facebook. She matter-of-factly dropped into our colloquy yesterday that i am a mystic. And i do feel like that at times: a matter-of-fact mystic."

Oh yeah sure. A "mystic." Next time maybe some bird shit will drop into your "colloquy" and add a refreshing dash of realism to the scene.

Whatever happened to the “Dr. Jake” threads?

Shooting in New Mexico - three killed

Tongue-tied Tenacious Tweaker.

Ali picks up another check!

To reiterate a point made above: if 1990s Sesshie, who at least had a semblance of a career and could even string a few words together without readers needing to fling their magazines into the nearest trash chute and/or projectile vomit, were to encounter his broken, broke-ass 2020s “pilgrim” self, he wouldn’t waste good chem piss if he was on fire.

Where's Ali's money come from? I mean, really...she had like ONE hit and it was 50 years ago.

Wait … SES/SHE is eating the night before surgery? Are they doing it under local anesthetic?

Ooopsie!! Ya think the guy who never checked if his surgeon was in-network (not to mention in stay) could possibly ignore clear, concise instructions??

I smell further delay. (Among other things 🤢)

Wonder will they give him a spit bath before the op.

R159 - They can gurney him into the hospital morgue and rinse him off on an autopsy table - they have running water.

The poor nurse(s) who will have to unwrap that fetid heap of filth and neediness. Ew!

I truly feel for his sister. Bless her heart for enabling this shit-stain on the underwear of humanity.

Just so we’re all on the same page, the guy eating with Sesshie, his sister, and Ali is Camryn Mannheim’s baby daddy.

Why am I reminded of the “Little Britain” bit about the woman who attended the wedding of MOLLIE SUGDEN, where she met MOLLIE SUGDEN and actually said a couple of words to MOLLIE SUGDEN, an encounter she never failed to mention (MOLLIE SUGDEN!) for the rest of her life?

I'm still laughing at the title of this thread.

[quote]"Who the fuck are you?" i asked the guy after Shan explained we were in the midst of talking about kindness. "I'm Carlos," he said, staring at me. "Keep manifesting." ....

[quote]Carlos should have punched him in his shoulder for being so rude.

Carlos could have shot him, r131. Looks like he's carrying.

[quote]Wait … SES/SHE is eating the night before surgery? Are they doing it under local anesthetic?

Someone asked him about that, r157. He said he would start fasting that night.

Laughing at the pop up ad in this thread for “permanent teeth in 24 hours!” Is that like a colloquy? “I’ll fast after my free grift meal. “

I hope Sesshie’s surgery has a messhy outcome

What could possible go wrong, r168? I do see that he had two full meals the day before surgery but that advice about fasting before surgery is surely just an old wive's tale.

I think you can't have anything to eat or drink from midnight on, the night before surgery (but I might be wrong about this?)

Unless you are having a colonoscopy in which case you have to have only liquids the day before the procedure.

NPO 8-hours is the standard for most anesthetized surgeries. That being said, the fact that it has been, what, 2-3 weeks since he broke his shoulder, the body has been trying to heal itself and this will create complications both for the surgeon and for recovery. It was an extremely stupid move to continue on to Santa Fe. "But the blue light was calling me, y'all!" *SUPREME EYE-ROLL*

Yes i think his surgery and rehab is going to be complicated and months long. His sister is staying with him for two weeks (well not with him she'll be living in an RV while he's in the shack...read that sentence again and wonder 'what the fuck is he doing'). But then he's supposed to go stay in Mississippi with his brother and then go to San Francisco. How is he going to arrange all the physical therapy during the pilgrimage. God he is such a fucking disaster. Maybe there is some early dementia setting in (hence the repetitious bullshit about heightened consequences and the 'even when there is no light there is light') or is that letting him off the hook too easy for just being a dumb pretentious broke ass cunt.

For how much has he shaken down poor, Academy Award nominee Ali MacGraw?

r173, I think it is early dementia (although it is not all THAT early) along with being a dumb, pretentious, broke ass cunt. I would throw in the likelihood of being on the spectrum (all that self-involvement is clinically pathological.) Oh, and a cluster of personality disorders that could deteriorate into delusional schizophrenia at any moment. Wait, I forgot about the drug addiction. The personality he developed as a raging drug addict did not disappear once he supposedly stopped using. So add that too.

Wait a minute - that really IS Ali MacGraw, r174?

Yes, R176!

He's very childish. What adult, especially at his age, jeopardizes his/her health for a "follow the light" BS pilgrimage? And to stay in a shack, no less. What a fucking idiot!

[quote] How is he going to arrange all the physical therapy during the pilgrimage.

Especially with a health plan that apparently only covers care within the state of New York. He’s going to need a lot of grace and light on the part of insurance-company bureaucrats to obtain so many approvals.

[quote] I think it is early dementia

Slogging through some of his FB posts and greasy-lensed snaps of "the blue light," I've wondered the same, R175.

But then before the bottom completely fell out of his career, he decided to scrap his $2000 a month lease on a 2000sf TriBeCa apartment and...

[quote]Instead of relocating to one city, Mr. S[.] eventually settled in three: Miami Beach, New Orleans and Paris. “All my wealthy friends have places around the world,” he said, “and I thought I could have that life on a smaller scale with 500 square feet in each city.”

That was in 2000, evidently His HIV diagnosis was in 1997 and his firing from Vanity Fair was 2004.

In any case, his recklessness with real estate and finances and long-term planning wasn't born yesterday, or in Hudson, or even in his short-lived second act in San Francisco.

Giving up a sweet lease on a large TriBeCa apartment in order to rent not one, not two, but three apartments in Miami - New Orleans - Paris. He's always had a real talent for pissing whatever he had away, in this case abandoning his oddball jetsetting scheme by 9/11 he claims. It's like those fashionable shop windows with the smart typography across the bottom: NEW YORK - PARIS - LONDON - MILAN - SIOUX FALLS.

Batshit decisions are long a specialty it seems. As if burning a candle at both ends leaves much room for "Onward!"

"Shortly after returning to New York, Mr. Sessums volunteered to be a buddy to Brandon Gonzalez, an 8-year-old boy from Brooklyn, through the Family Center, which specializes in helping children whose parents have life-threatening illnesses.

“I’m a mentor, not a tutor, so we do things like go to museums and the theater, and he spends a week with me in Provincetown every summer,” he said.

“I never thought I would be a 51-year-old homosexual in New York, and the two most important relationships in my life would be with a 13-year-old Puerto Rican kid and a 3-year-old Chihuahua,” said Mr. Sessums, a wide grin spreading across his devilishly handsome face. ___

He talks about lost pets a lot... did he ever mention Brandon again?

Did he “re-home” Brandon too?

I see he posted a pre-surgery “gratitude” message to his acolytes for joining his narrative and he even deigned to call them parallel pilgrims 🤢. Get that ground prepared for the post-surgery grift!

^ Whole Foods has single-serve packets if you want to try it before buying a large canister.

R180 stacking books on the floor is an awful aesthetic. She has been trying to make this some sort of design trend for far too long. It was particularly unpleasing when he did this in his Hudson apartment (a.k.a. a LOFT, as Norma’s Desmond surely would have called it). Cat hair and filth on stacked books on the floor is truly a non-lovely aesthetic.

^ NORMA

Yes, R185, he has a real talent for giving the appearance of reading. He's been toting James Baldwin's 'The Fire Next Time' from place to place on his travels it seems, propping it on a desk/refectory (refracted blue light special?) table as though he were reading it. It's one or two essays, less than 60 pp. He wants so much to show it to us in every desk photo, his little still life along with some watches and, somewhere in the background, a collection of too-tight ladies' frocks and smocks and casual wear and black turtlenecks tight as sausage casings -- the trappings of a writer's garret. Nevermind it's not a proper garret nor he a proper writer, it's the accoutrements that count. ('Did I tell you about my series on celebrities in black turtlenecks? How much time do you have?̈́')

Like that novel he's been reading, a page a week it would seem, and milking it for its visual prop value since he started his Pilgrimage.

The lack of out of state coverage for the physical therapy....that's it! That's the casus belli for the grift. No way his brother is paying for it when he stays with him in Mississippi. That line of credit has long been closed. Cue "Medicare won't cover my physical therapy for my shoulder while I'm on my pilgrimage...they just don't understand. Please help with lots of your lovely hard earned money, I'll pay it forward with oily cake if my brother's wife lets me use her kitchen. Onward".

More fool the fraus and eldergays in Des Moines IA etc who will actually give him cash so he can continue writing his shit poor writing.

The next few days are going to be really telling. That poor sister is going to be so put upon. Ali MacGraw better change her phone number or she will be asked for all sorts. I wonder will he continue to stay in the shack? It's nice but not appropriate for convalescing. Is he going to be taking 'spit baths' for the next six months. If so, I hope he invests in some good deodorant and a few bars of Irish Spring.

As for Santa Fe...I wonder if half of these 'heightened coincidences' (that in itself makes my eyes roll like the cookie monster), actually take place or whether they're embellished bullshit. Because if he's truly running into all these shamans and shoulder injured persons then there must be a severe calcium deficiency in Santa Fe and/or some of the radiation from Los Alamos travelled in the wind from the Manhattan Project and fucked the whole place up.

Onward with the car crash life of Sesshie. Onward dear friends of Small-town DataLounge. Onward.

R187 hahaha I have noticed that about the Baldwin book. That and the arrangement of eye glasses and vintage Rolex watches that he 'curates' just speaks volumes of the pretentious asshole that he is

He (she) looks ridiculous in his pre-surgery ensemble— a woman’s blouse that has to be 10 times too large on him. And what’s up with buying and wearing women’s clothing now— is Sess-she following in Bruce Jenner’s footsteps? (Please contribute to my Go-Fund-Me to pay for my gender reassignment surgery)

My gender reassignment surgery is only covered in NY State! And bitch I'm on a pilgrimage. Donate now and help me have TWO Messhy Pusshys

[QUOTE] Like that novel he's been reading, a page a week it would seem, and milking it for its visual prop value since he started his Pilgrimage.

THE NEW LIFE! I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to steal it as a subtitle for her pilgrimage.

I forgot my lunch last week and ran into Pret a Manger for a salad. 18 dollars, more expensive than Whole Foods and the salmon tasted like a hotdog.

Never again.

I usually grab a salad from Trader Joe's. FOUR BUCKS INCLUDING A PRICE INCREASE OF THIRTY PERCENT.

R193 I find Pret delightful! It is just like Cheers…everybody knows my name and doesn’t know my grift.

R189 And don't forget "Teddy's sweater" (though he may have), which he poignantly photographed splayed just so over his bed in his writer's garret in Small Town Paris. "Yes, I am carrying it with me as a kind of talisman of my love for him. And, also yes, I sometimes sleep with it because I miss sleeping with him so much when we’d spoon. Spooning with Teddy as I fell asleep and/or woke was as close to bliss as I have ever felt."

Buck would never have worn a poncho or grifted medical care.

“ When I got back from surgery there were flowers waiting for me from Ali and Jeffrey and he had washed my dirty underwear after she had volunteered to do it as an act of service. He insisted she give him the bag of dirty underwear I had brought her to lunch yesterday as she had told me to do. The surgery went well. Started at 11:30 and I was here in my bed with the Light a bit after 4. Heather my host got back from her sailing trip and came to visit my sister and me. Foxy had visited several times to check on me. As I awoke in the recovery room I began to share with the recovery nurse who told me she was in recovery - a kind of double rainbow. She is a traveling nurse and looks on it as a pilgrimage. When she found out I had worked as at Vanity Fair she gasped then smiled. Before I was a nurse, she said, I cleaned houses, I used to clean Tina Brown’s house . She gave me her number as a fellow in recovery. Everything connects. Onward.”

So he brought a bag of his dirty underwear to lunch yesterday and gave it to Ali MacGraw to was for him.

Wow.

*wash

“He insisted she give him the bag of dirty underwear I had brought her to lunch yesterday as she had told me to do.”

Sesshie: “Hello Ali, would you join me for lunch tomorrow and pick up the check?”

Ali: Yes, but only if you bring me a plastic bag filled with your putrid, poop-encrusted ladies’ panties.”

He is a putrid sack of shit. It is not dementia, it is narcissistic personality disorder combined with intentional grift.

Oh come on! This is just made up shite for his next attempt at a THIRD memoir. Who the fuck writes more than one fucking memoir? Only a grifter. This is all drivel, pure and simple.

FB comment:

Elyse Burden: “Yikes you are 67 years old, can you not wash your own underwear and filthy clothing you have worn since Paris? Are you not at all embarrassed to post this? You should be. Even “pilgrims” can wash their own clothing and not bring dirty underwear to lunch .”

Marry me , Elyse.

Sesshie’s having a meltdown arguing with Elyse now. Our little pilgrim is pure class.

I am naming my first child, after climbing Kilimanjaro and walking The Camino, Elyse. She is the true Pilgrim that gave Ms. Sessums her comeuppance. Bless you sweet Pilgrim Elyse! Now please go where there is no light, but there is light.

“ - i had a broken shoulder for two weeks and surgery today finally and bought new underwear when i was unable to wash clothes and barely could wipe my ass - fuck you - wanted to say that before i blocked you lol - if you are real person - your lack of empathy and nastiness sure are - are you not embarrassed to post this?”

“ wait - i think you are the person i blocked on instagram for meanness - and even prayed for you this morning as i do all mornings but as that instagram lady because i forgot your name but not the promise to pray for you”

R207 Klass, not class

Omg, a woman named Kristine McIntyre posted a picture of a street sign with cross streets “London” and “Paris” and then a pair of underpants hanging from it.

Her total inability to process criticism is positively Trumpian.

R212, is it “London and France”? Because that’s an actual intersection in Small-Town San Francisco.

Sorry, yes, it says “France” not Paris

I see London, I see France. I see Shessie’s Shit-stained putrid underpants.

Ooooh, Sesshie unhinged! Don’t u tell me how stinky my sack of panties are, social media poster! I could take the high road like numerous others, but this just isn’t right to be called out for having friends wash my stanky underpants! Many people post about d-list celebrities washing homeless folks undergarments. Fuck you!

Love means never having to wash your panties.

Ali MacGraw

HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS - he has posted 110 times just on Instagram...just since May 1st. I fucking CAN'T with this guy 😂 Dear God, does he ever look up from his phone? And - yikes! You know he's doing this on all his social media accounts. Holy fuck.

How many sacks of shit-stained underwear has Sesshie washed for ‘service?’ My guess is -ZERO-

I'm thinking about Sesshie's conservative, Republican brother reading the bag of filthy underpants post.

R211 He used to rub that old lady's feet when he lived in San Francisco. He still brings it up like five times a week.

I meant R221

R222 Sesshie’s brother is currently installing a new security system so he can’t get in from the slave’s…umm, servants quarters, to give him a ‘luxurious blowjob’ whilst he is convalescing in said slave’s…umm, servant’s quarters.

Kristine McIntyre is my new spirit animal.

Not surprising that someone with an addictive personality would become addicted to social media.

Did Ali MacGraw insist on washing his filthy drawers?

Can that be true?

I’m crying laughing. This filthy old scat queen just cannot help himself - literally.

The *Ali MacGraw is washing my knickers" post is a new low even for him. Must he post every single occurrence in his life? What next? The shape and colour of his bowel movements? He is so disgusting. He freely admitted he could barely wipe his own ass too so it must be dingleberry city down there. As for the brother and the luxurious blowjob, I guess a blowjob from someone with no teeth is probably luxurious but then again given how rotten his mouth is you'd be subjecting your penis to the risk of some horrible bacterial infection.

I wonder what the next steps on the path to recovery (with a small r) will be for our pilgrim queen. I'm so over her fucking bullshit but am compelled to keep watching as just when you think he cannot get any more ridiculous he outdoes himself time and again.

That poor sister of his. Imagine having this cunt as a sibling and dealing with his pretentious fuckwittery on a daily basis.

He's a mess. And, the obsessive non-stop posting is just a symptom of his unhappiness/illness.

He's flailing and it's all gonna come crashing down.

This is probably a dumb question but if he couldn’t wash any of his clothes why did he specifically just give the underwear to someone else to wash

R232 so we could enjoy the visual of his filthy encrusted drawers being soaped up by former star and lover of Steve McQueen, Ali McGraw.

Someone in either this thread or a previous one theorized that he writes about this disgusting shit in order to gross people out. Could be true.

Our putrid, poop-encrusted PissCilla KaWeen of the Desert Skidmarks sure shows her true heightened, mystic, pay-it-forward, light-bathed, kindness-infused redemption colors when faced with a comment that's less than the usual cringeworthy follower praise.

He was so upset with that that he edited that THREE times, DoomLA/r235. The first two in his self-righteous rant led with "fuck you", then he decided he shouldn't lead with that or say it twice, so he cut the first one:

[quote]fuck you - i had a broken shoulder for two and surgery today finally and bought new underwear when i was unable to wash clothes and barely could wipe my ass - fuck you - wanted to say that before i blocked you lol - if you are real person - your lack of empathy and nastiness sure are

...then he remembered how holy he has become and let everyone know he was "praying" for her.

[quote]wait - i think you are the person i blocked on instagram for meanness - and even prayed for you this morning as i do all mornings but as that instagram lady because i forgot your name but not the promise to pray for you

Praying for a fake god for a person he doesn't believe is real while his insane followers continue to lambast said person who can't even read what they are saying about her because KS blocked her!

That post quoted at r209/r210 shows who he really is. Forget about the pilgrimage/blue light/ everything connects. He’s still once, twice, three times an asshole.

R236 Staggering. I doubt he's blocked her. She's become like a tick embedded in his gremlin head. He's obsessively refreshing the page checking for likes and retorts, and quivering with rage over the laugh emojis.

His post about his underwear has to be the most repulsive thing I have ever read. I feel repelled just writing these sentences about it. How do his "followers" not see what he really is? Are they under some type of spell??

[QUOTE] For how much has he shaken down poor, Academy Award nominee Ali MacGraw?

I guess this question has finally been answered.

Why would a 'writer' that says everything and everyone is part of his 'narrative' block someone? Once you start blocking the comments perceived as unkind, your 'narrative' starts to be scrubbed clean it quickly becomes inauthentic. If you have to say something, do a 'bless your heart' and move on.

R241: On the outside he would have us believe he has turned matters over to Divine Providence, the Magical Shards of Blue Light, whatever.

He constructs his little coincidences as a reflection of his own talent for conjuring in every city he visits, every path he takes "a marvellous environment for coincidence" (to steal a line from a Charles Ludlam character.) He really does try to cultivate an image of moving about on some rarefied Higher Plane, the coincidences of which he writes are plentiful and delightful, but also re-affirmations of his excellent choices in sowing all the right seeds to harvest later along his path. He's so self-absorbed he can't leave chance to chance, magic to magic, or refracted light to the sun. It's all him, him, him. Business as usual. He is his own HIgher Power of his own absurdity.

How disgusted he is with the Facebook followers of his "narrative." these great unwashed who can reflect no golden light back upon him, have no names to drop, no luxurious guest houses nor unused fourth homes to offer him, who don't even subscribe to his Substack. They smell bad even to him and deigns to respond only when someone steps a little impolitely in his garden.

R242 That was beautiful.

Like so many of us who have reached a certain age, I've had shoulder injuries that put me out of commission for months. It was very difficult to sleep and dress myself, but that's because those tasks require shoulder movement.

Activities that can be done with one hand while leaving the other shoulder entirely at rest in a neutral position include:

Bathing.

Brushing.

Wiping your fucking bunghole.

and, of course,

Washing clothing.

Either in a machine or just in the goddam sink. It only requires one arm. JFC, what a confabulating con artist.

That was pure poetry, r242. You’re giving DoomLA some serious competition. There’s more good writing in these threads than Sesshie has produced in his whole sorry life.

So, wait - those nasty undies; is he incontinent, or just just stupid (can't figure out how to wipe with one hand?) Fuck, I have full use of both arms and I don't wipe with two hands. Does anyone?

If he’s a pilgrim, what’s his destination? People who go Lourdes or Medjugorje or Mecca have a specific destination and purpose. SES/SHE’s purpose, as near as I can tell, is grifting through endless online wankery. Where and when does it end (or does it)?

R242 wow, that was beautifully written. Please continue. Do you have any personal connection to our favorite grifter?

Why do I get the feeling that those posters who write most eloquently about this POS have either known him or were acquainted with him in some way in the past?

[quote]Why do I get the feeling that those posters who write most eloquently about this POS have either known him or were acquainted with him in some way in the past?

I can't begrudge you not knowing that, r249, since threads have been deleted, but it's because many posters have known him or were acquainted with him in some way.

^ Thank you for clarifying, that's what I figured.

Datalounge is where Everything Connects.

Well like the kids in Medjugorje he is a grifter. The overlap of religiosity and grift is well documented. Sesshie is just a very miniscule Joel Osteen. But the rhetoric and the modus operandi are the same.

Thanks, R248. To your question (and that R249's point), no, I don't know him, and have no grudge from way back. I think it was in the thread just before this one, now deleted, that I mentioned that I had been introduced once as part of a group of people all at once, fleetingly, many years ago. That's it. I've had acquaintances in common with him, but we never discussed him. His name never came up, or there were better things to talk about.

No doubt that he's crossed paths and burnt bridges with many, including some on DL (condolences to the poster whose cats our pilgrim agreed to watch and then forgot.) But the worst he's ever done to me was give a vague little eye roll to the group introduction and to befriend me on FB at about the time he was pleading contributions toward a veterinary bill (to which I didn't contribute.) His FB posts would percolate to the surface now and again and disappear, as they do. I unfollowed him at some point in his Hudson phase and then began following DL threads on his pilgrim posts on high jinks.

The way the eyes slow down and stop-frame the action when an accident is occurring has always interested me. I guess that's my best excuse for watching this terrible circus.

The decision 30 years ago to cast KS as a snotty haughty queen in “Tales of the City” is *chef’s kiss*.

Yes R255 because the Juilliard dropout didn't have to act.

For R255.

So Sesshie has connections to the two characters who were killed in the Moldavian Massacre on “Dynasty”! Luke (Billy Campbell) and Lady Ashley (Ali MacGraw).

He's about to leave Ali in the dust. Somehow he's sniffed out a "dear friend" who has invited him to stay as a "guest" in a "wing of her home in Pac Heights"- for the month of June!! Of course, it's a woman - although he makes a point to say she's a "Harvard MBA" -

So I guess that poor sister is going to have to schlep his smelly carcass up to SF in that gigantic RV and then high tail it back to Tennessee. How much do you think he'll give her for gas?

"Grifter" does not begin to do this POS justice - how about "moocher" - "albatross" - "hobo??!!" "BUM??!!"

Just what we need… another homeless tweaker.

R259 Worry not.... Sis will inherit all of his debts.

Where is the wife of Karole Sessums?

I guess back in Tennessee, fuming.....

There are no Prets or Joe Allens in San Francisco… how will she survive?!

And in terms of theataaaah, the only major offerings in SF in June are The Book of Mormon, The Wizard of Oz, A Chorus Line, and Into the Woods. Which high-school-musical-basic production will she wangle “press” tickets to?!

R264 oh by June she will be gone to Pac Heights to be pampered. When is the Mississippi leg of the pilgrimage. I think there will be a confrontation with the younger conservative brother. Because Kevin is insufferable, not the brothers fault.

To clarify: the “SF” in my r264 is San Francisco, not Santa Fe. Those are the shows on offer during the time KS will be infesting Small-Town San Francisco.

R262 it turns out that yesterday was the wife's birthday! Karole couldn't be there because she's out taking care of her brother but she did post a lovely message on Facebook. And for all his time on Facebook, he couldn't even be bothered to wish his sister-in-law a happy birthday. Not even as a response under Karole's post! The other brother did wish Lisa a happy birthday because that is what normal people do.

She's really fucking milking this.

R268 I can smell this, and the reeking grift, from here. And to the old man himself: Please cease and fucking desist with the nasty nipple shots. They are not thirst traps and are, in fact, gruesome.

Ali MacGraw is in her mid 80s and he felt it ok to give her his skid marked underwear to wash. Disgusting

Sesshie's brother lives here.

Sesshie is in a backyard shack in Santa Fe.

It must kill him.

Dude, send your skidmarks to the dry cleaner. why impose on your friends with this ?

Silly r272 - if he did that, then he wouldn’t be able to bestow upon anyone the gift of serving him with grace and light. Unless of course the laundry were to wash his unmentionables pro bono because the owner’s best friend’s hairdresser’s cousin’s best man’s stepmother once owned a dress EXACTLY like the one he was wearing, because Everything Connects and nothing that doesn’t Connect is worth mentioning.

Yes, he's 'paying it forward' by allowing others 'to perform acts of service' for him.

Always generous to a fault.

How will he find The Light during June gloom in SF?

R271 I've seen him refer to it as "Our family home," so the answer is he just pretends it's his.

Oh give me a break. Next thing you know, he's going to tell us his Dr. Luke is begging to wash his underpants:

"When Luke was leaving my recovery room yesterday i began to cry when thanking him for his appeal to gain the authorization to remain in my spiritual out-of-network path on this pilgrimage i have honored by staying on it. "i want to thank you," he said. "you have already made my life more interesting."

R277 BAHAHAHAAHA

What a crock of shit.

Really, R276? He is one bold bitch. He was raised by poor country grandparents, and the parents had no money either I thought.

[quote]When I got back from surgery there were flowers waiting for me from Ali and Jeffrey Brezovar and he had washed my dirty underwear after she had volunteered to do it as an act of service. He insisted she give him the bag of dirty underwear I had brought her to lunch yesterday as she had told me to do.

How is it that he only has underwear to wash? I know he supposedly doesn't wash his jeans, but what about everything else?

R274 has succinctly described Miss Sessums. You sum her up COMPLETELY.

I swear to God I loathe this cunt more with each post he writes but his life is just such a fucking mess you can't but bring yourself to keep looking. Where is his money coming from to do all the shit he is doing? Is he on SS? How did he go from desiring section 8 housing to travelling the world as a pilgrim.

R257 his one line in TOTC 'I need a valium'. Even an addict in fictional form.

That old queen Bruce Roberts is 'thinking of him every day'....🙄

I think his plan was always May in Santa Fe, June in San Fran.

R285 Yes, This is from a previous post of his: "I was thinking about my upcoming itinerary for the next few months which included NYC and Santa Fe and San Francisco and New Orleans and Mississippi and Asheville and Provincetown before heading back to London for six months and Paris for two."

It's gonna be a long, hot, smelly summer.

Again where is she getting the money from to do all this? Bitch owes the IRS $45k!

The fuck is he going to do in Asheville?

Ashville is actually a pretty cool place, r288. Artist/hippie types there.

Easy to scam/grift.

Not so much lately, R289

They're having a lot of problems in Asheville

That's a pity, r290.

I have not been there for some time, but I really enjoyed my time there. Whitewater rafting, gem hunting, music, restaurants.

Too bad.

Can’t believe she’ll dare show her toothless face in P’town again. Then again, she proves daily that she has no shame.

I sleep like a baby lamb each night knowing Sesshie prays for me during vespers.

FB comment on post with pic of Sesshie’s sister and the guy who washed his underwear:

Luis Fuentes: “Is he the guy who washed your underwear”

Wonder will she be needing to GET FUCKED RIGHT NOW in P'town

This is infuriating! I am dying to post on his wall, but I am a (not close) friend of his sister.

Elyse is a Datalounger. Which one of you wrote that?

He doesn't know about coin laundromats? Of course he does. He's also a scat troll. Maybe "the" scat troll here.

I'm confused...is he planning on continuing his Rainbow Tour?

He's a 68 year old man who just had shoulder surgery. The stupid fucker thinks he's just magically going to heal because he thinks he's on a spiritual quest?

Silly old fag has brain rot from too many drugs and too many free Broadway shows.

[quote] I was thinking about my upcoming itinerary for the next few months which included NYC and Santa Fe and San Francisco and New Orleans and Mississippi and Asheville and Provincetown before heading back to London for six months and Paris for two.

Fucking hell. How complicated, and expensive. What's with the 7-city American tour? Is he a pilgrim, or is he not?

He wanted to live a European life but his brain is too addled to manage it. It's simple. He could as many as 90 days in Paris (or any place in 26 Schengen Zone countries within the EU), then up to 180 days in London, then back to Paris for up to another period of up to 90 days.

90 +180 + 90 = 360 days. A year. He can repeat the whole thing, fitting in 5 days in the U.S. as a novelty.

If he really wanted to be a pilgrim, it's possible. He doesn't need to set foot in the U.S., let alone do a 7-City Pity Tour of however many months. He's said that his European life is a bargain, his lodgings less than half the cost of his old 'loft' in Hudson, but surely flights and city-hopping and his $130/night lodgings at the Chelsea Hostel, for example, must erode some of that economy. It's a lot of money to spend to get Ali McGraw to spring for a dinner.

He complained last year that he couldn't spend more than 90-days in Spain between Barcelona and the El Camino de Santiago again. But he could have done those things in 90 days or fewer and been fine, jumping over to London for 6 months, then to Paris for 3 months. But he seems never to let simplicity interfere with a plan, even on El Camino.

Either set of travel plans doesn’t sound very wise when you have little income (Social Security, presumably, some of which may have been attached by the IRS) and no job or savings. And as above, there is the cost of daily living. Even at $50 a night, 360 nights a year in the cheapest BnB in existence is $18,000/yr. Add $50/day to ogle baristas and eat food you made on the John and there’s another $18k a year. Throw in some airfare and the train from London to Paris and you’re crowding $40,000 annually. His Medicare premiums, if he’s paying them, would be more than $2k/yr but may be offset by the money he doesn’t spend doing laundry. Medicare, as he’s seen, only works in the US and in his case, largely in New York. Getting ill outside the States could be very expensive.

Can you make that kind of money on Substack?

The Sagamore Bridge is out and the ferry went out of business. Sorry Messy Sesshie, please scratch Provincetown off your list.

Provincetown. He wants to reprise his greatest role.

You are hilarious, r300. I love you so much.

So again begs the question. How the fuck is he doing all this? I know he sold his art and furniture but that cannot have got him much?

Is he an elderly hooker on the side?

He seems to have over 1,000 subscribers on Substack. If they are all paying the $50 annual subscription rate, that's a helpful amount.

R306, if he is making ~50K off Substack, plus Social Security, then he shouldn't need to grift unceasingly. UNLESS he has some ugly, expensive habit that's excluded from the gory details of his daily reports...

His shoulder has its own pusshy. And it’s messhy.

The IRS needs to start garnishing some of these Substack wages. Does she have any plans to pay back the $45K?

And why does she purchase so much used clothing? Where is it all going? No wonder her suitcase caused her to fall down a flight of Metro stairs. It was stuffed with women’s turtlenecks and old jackets!

If only Sam Brinton were still out there doing his luggage-thieving.

I can see a great O. Henryesque short story in which the bald-headed, crossdressing suitcase snatcher steals a suitcase stuffed with women's clothes and wears them triumphantly at a press conference, only to have another bald-headed crossdresser jump up from the press chairs and cry, "That's my shrug and snood you're wearing, you crossdressing cunt!"

Wait, are you guys suggesting that on top of everything else, this horrible person is also a crossdresser??

Not exactly, r311, but in many of his recent FB posts, he specifically mentions that the thrift store clothing he buys is women's.

And he saw Eddie - now Suzy - Izzard in Paris. A fellow-traveler on his pilgrimage. Can’t remember if he complimented her on her outfit or not.

Fat chance he's making $50,000 from Substack. Surely the figure of "over 1000 subscribers" on Substack includes followers who might never had contributed any money or be people who gave $1 or $5 once. They likely receive an alert of new postings and may or may not have access to all his content. He's not pulling in 1000+ paid subscribers at the hoped for sum of $50 a year.

His London room rents for £35 a day. His landlady confirms the figure, writing that it makes her £900/month which funds her annual 3-month holiday in Spain each winter. She writes that she lets a second spare room separately to a boarder (poor Pan on whom the rotten things in the refrigerator were blamed.)

£900/$1115 a month. His monthly room cost is cheaper than the average monthly rent for a studio apartment in about 20 U.S. states, and not extravagant compared to the rest (the lowest rate is for the state of West Virginia where the average monthly cost if a studio apartment is about $250 less than his London lodgings.)

He's a horrible person, deluded, an idiot, a grifter, a positive example of nothing, but even I don't begrudge his every penny or worry about when exactly the poor IRS is going to start collecting its due. But I can't take a pleasure if wondering how much too much he paid for a sad lady's trench coat or pulling out of his hands foil-wrapped crumble of rotten cheese. Poor people, stupid people, rich people, no one spends their money well according to almost anyone else in the world.

Two years ago he backed out of a Section 8/Senior housing deal, a tentative offer of a one-bedroom for about $700/month. He backed out, he said, because of his premature glee at accepting a new editorial position at Grazia magazine which, as these things do, ended badly and quickly. The salary he anticipated making him ineligible for housing assistance never materialized (though the secret salary from a NY legislator's did.)

In retrospect it might have been prudent financially to have taken the cheap Hudson apartment and to have stayed there 'til death, refusing income of a level that would jeopardize the roof over his head. But he didn't. Like a gambler, he seems to hold tight to the idea that just around the corner there's some "connection," some chance meeting to relaunch his career and fill his pockets.

I doubt the Substackers are paying the $50 fee. I imagine some are the $5 a month who will give him a one or two month subscription and then pass off. The fact there is even one gullible cunt paying him $50 to read the shit he writes just reaffirms for me how stupid people can be.

When she was applying for Section 8 housing she was still going to go on her pilgrimages

"Sometimes the difference between depression and "getting on with it" or between the definition of defeat and redefining triumph is not in the life we live or the life we have but in the way we tell ourselves the narrative of that very same life. Nothing changes but the narrative.

I have thought a lot about this lately.

I recently faced some truths about myself and my life and made a choice to take an action and attempt to do the next right thing.

But at first it truly depressed me - deeply so - until I realized I wasn't telling myself the right narrative about it all.

I decided that I should apply for Section 8 Senior Housing here in Hudson because my financial situation demanded it of me. It was a solution. So I filled out all the forms and applied and was approved. But sitting at my desk and staring at the documentation what I saw was the documenting of a failed life in so many ways. I was a poor old single white man finding a way to get by in my final years. It saddened me even as I knew gratitude awaited if I got approved. I might have to grub around for it but I would find the gratitude. I had recently visited a friend who lived in Providence Hall - the senior apartments here in Hudson - and the apartment was serviceable - even lovely in the way this person had arranged it - and the person paid under $100 a month for rent. But sitting at my desk that day staring at those applications I felt such defeat. Depression indeed set in.

Finally however instead of telling myself the narrative of a failed life I told myself the narrative of a freed one. I would find freedom if I downsized yet again in my life and moved into such a place. It would give me the freedom perhaps to live in London for several months of the year. My dream is to be there 6 months and here six months. Such a move would perhaps enable that. So I told myself that narrative instead: London and life lived in a new way. It would also maybe give me a narrative to write in the form of a book.

I bucked up. I snapped out of it. I began to look forward to a life lived in a new way yet again.

Last week I found out that I will be moving up to #3 on the list to move in to an apartment there in Providence Hall. It was becoming more real - not just a narrative I was telling myself. Depression beckoned but I did not heed its call. I focused on freedom.

And then this week, the narrative of my life took another surprising turn. A rather sharp one. I am still processing this new chapter that unfolded while I was busy telling myself the other narrative. Sometimes life itself takes on a life of its own.

I will write more about this in the days to come.

Now the move has been complicated with a plot twist.

One thing I've learned in my 65 years is this: Who the fuck knows what each day will bring. Wake up and make the most of the one that lies ahead of you. I know as a writer sometimes how a story takes over and begins to tell itself. Whose narrative is this finally? I am often told that there is our plan and then there is God's plan. Sometimes we just have to surrender and see where a greater narrative has been taking us all along. My tiny little narrative is tucked into that greater one.

So:

Surrender.

Bake a cake.

Give it away.

Pay kindness forward.

Acknowledge the power of narrative in one's life. It's there telling you the story you then can tell yourself. Listen to its voice before you listen to your own. Then harness the harmony into that combined voice that carries you forth with, yes, a bit of fear but a reliance too on fate and faith and a what-the-fuck sense of wonder. Never misplace what-the-fuck. Never lose wonder.

Keep moving forward.

Onward.

Only onward."

So you see. Section 8 but live in London half the year. Someone obviously gave him a reality check that it's not how it works.

Did she ever offer an explanation of what happens over at Grazia? She tends to just pass over the full story of major failings. I assume they got tired of her act pretty quickly and realized she was not worth keeping employed.

How does she still receive press passes though? She must be lying somehow to get them because operating a personal Substack does. It count as doing press work. It’s vanity journaling. They have rebranded “blogging” as having a Substack.

*happened

As you can see in R316 re-post, his writing has truly slipped when you compare that with some of the drivel he has pumped out lately. It really makes one wonder about his brain health. He really passed up a great deal when he dropped the ball on that apartment. I am sure it was mostly about vanity i.e. what people would say. That is why he had to call his old apartment in Hudson a LOFT. So chic! So NYC! I mean, he could have hopped on a train to NYC from his $100 a month perfectly fine apartment to soak up all the culture he could ever want. It really shows who the real Kevin Sessums is, deep down.

If the Section 8 housing was $700/mo, that means he was making (or rather, admitting to) an annual income then of about $23,000: Section 8 housing requires you to pay 30% of gross income. If that’s still his income, $2000 a month ain’t much money to live in Hudson let alone London and Paris.

New York State’s definition of poverty and thus eligibility for subsidized housing means an income of a bit less than $34,000 a year. Even that much isn’t a lot of money to spend flaneuring in London and Paris.

I have no idea what meth costs, but if he’s still using…and generous as they are, New York won’t buy your meth for you at 70% off.

Let's not forget the $45,000 that Sean Patrick Maloney paid him. It was for 'writing' but neither Sean or Sesshie followed up with any information or solid proof that he did even a days work for that money. He must have been giddy with that grift.

It’s odd that the Congressman paid him the same amount he owes the IRS.

Why then does he still owe them?

R322 He spent the money on old, moth-eaten ladies apparel from various thrift stores in Sullivan County, NY.

His "pilgrimage" has only taken him to eminently [American]-tourist-friendly destinations. London. Paris. Santa Fe. You won't find this bitch tramping along the road less traveled. Hell -- you'd think that a pilgrim whore would include Berlin, at the very least -- but even that fab destination is too iffy for our enlightened global explorer.

If he actually *is* earning money from Substack, they’ll be sending him a 1099, which means the IRS will know about it.

You can run, SES/SHE, but you can’t hide.

As far as SF is concerned, I’ll bet he never ventures more than three blocks from that swanky Pac Heights room - because south of Sacramento Street is where all the *poor people* live. Unless of course he wants to find a derelict who needs a foot massage, or he needs to score some meth.

R326 I'm pretty sure I know who he's staying with, and she lives in Presidio Heights, not Pacific Heights. You say potato, I say Chelsea Hostel, whatevs. But your point still stands. He's gonna need to get his busted, fetid ass on MUNI to get to the kind of shops and cafes he likes, so he can harass the hot, young employees. If he makes it to SF I think this is going to be extremely entertaining for us, but also gross. A Very Sesshie Summer.

When was he last there? San Francisco has changed a lot in 3 to 5 years.

Did he give Sean Patrick Maloney a luxurious blowjob for the cash?

One of his FB followers suggested he look into whether medicare will cover his PT in San Francisco. As if! That’s what friends are for.

I believe he was last in SF in 2019. He wrote about it here, while simultaneously claiming he was quitting Facebook.

R301 and a Cape Air plane went off the runway at Logan yesterday. Someone tell him it’s dangerous to fly.

He’s about as popular as cholera there.

It appears the filthy underwear post has mysteriously disappeared! Did “dear Ali” tell him not to say she requested his putrid panties at lunch?

R333 It’s still there.

R333 she sent him a Cease UND Sesist

Ah - I thought I saw “Pacific Heights” way upthread. Thanks for the clarification, r327.

But yeah - I wonder if she’ll lower herself to eating salad bowls from *shudder* Trader Joe’s. I suppose she’ll also be haunting that nice little bookshop on California Street.

Pretty sure she won’t go anywhere near the Castro though, let alone the Pride festivities. That might expose her to people who might sneer at her or even IGNORE her entirely!

Because, rather than paying off his obligations first, he used the money for his idiotic "pilgrimage." A fucking child.

R336 Sesshie is referring to it as Pac Heights because he thinks it sounds fancier.

And remember, he had a place on TELEGRAPH HILL! How many times did we have to endure seeing that in print? But alas, the only real estate he owned was a sad little apartment in Miami. All that Vanity Fair $$$ wasted on booze, meth and hookers.

R314 I like how you said ‘secret salary.’ If he truly had started a writing gig for a prominent NY Legislator, wouldn’t that have been part of his beloved ‘narrative’ to announce to all the FB fraus? The man practically regales them with the color and quantity of his morning dump, so why keep that a secret?

Also, not many people (even in SF) know where “Presidio Heights” is. Hence the fudging - who’s going to know the difference?

"Did I mention that I used to have an apartment on Telegraph Hill?"

Do tell R342 (Kevin)! Did u also wash an old woman’s feet to try to get into her will?

Who will wash my messhy pusshy in Pac Heights?

“ Small-town Santa Fe. After lunch today at Tune Up Cafe, i took my sister Karole Sessums to Casa Nova to meet my new friend Nelly Joy Irakoze. I knew they would hit it off. Nelly Joy's joy is medicinal. I told Karole i wanted to engage carefully with life today and begin slowly easing out of the patient mode The hamburgers we had combined with this visit with Nelly Joy was just what the doctor ordered even though my doctor didn't order it. After this i even asked if we could stop at Shake and get ice cream cones. Yes, I am in pain. Yes, I had major shoulder surgery on Tuesday. But, yes, I carry on. After we finished our cones i did my second shoulder exercise session of the day. And have just finished my latest icing session. Onward to dinner. Another exercise session and one more icing one. Onward isn't as easy this week but onward it still mindfully carefully is.”

He’s back to running around Santa Fe bothering everyone again.

Minutes ago:

"Small-town Santa Fe. I sent a friend Erik Jendresen a message today to say that the car i rented for my sister Karole Sessums for the next couple of weeks has been a lifesaver for us so she can leave her RV she drove out from Tennessee in the St. Bedes Episcopal Church parking lot where she was allowed to park it a couple of miles away because St. Annes' Catholic Church right in back of me across a fence wouldn't grant me permission for her to park it there since their father was on vacation i was told kind of dismissively when i went in to ask. But my sister loves her spot over at St. Bede's, proving what we already knew: it is a more welcoming place for a Christian and loving lesbian in town to be of service. My friend messaged back that he loves lifesavers - especially the red ones. So i sent him this everything connects photo of me with ours. Karole used it today to run her many errands before taking us to lunch and paying a visit to my friend Nelly at her gallery and getting ice cream cones. She has been trying to find some suture scissors to take mine out of my knee . She could find none in town so bought this make-do kit at Target. She was a nurse for many years but was a bit rusty so Facetimed my brother who is an OB/GYN while he was waiting to go into the delivery room. He talked her through it. She got one out. "I have to go deliver this baby," he said. She got the second out. As she was working on the third and hardest one, he Facetimed back. "okay, i delivered it, " he said focusing again on my knee but she was already snipping and pulling the last suture free. it was rather surreal yet also deeply movingly sweetly real - we three sessums children coming together in such a moment. Yes, i am lucky to have a nurse and doctor as siblings but i am even more grateful to have these two remarkable people in my life who have rallied to my side while respecting the decisions i have been making when some have not been those they would have made. they are both so skillful in their own specific ways but their greatest skill is unconditional love. Watching them work together on my knee was one of the most absurdly grace-filled moments in my life. it was the makeshift moment when i felt the healing shift from being about my shoulder and knee to something deeper, a big brother's profound love for a little brother and little sister and how we three orphaned kids - so very different living distances apart as adults all in our 60s now - have found our way back to helping each other heal from the emotional trauma of our childhood by using the excuse of helping me heal from a physical trauma i have suffered. Suffer little children to come unto me, someone once said who is talked about a lot at St. Bede's and St. Anne's. We three suffering little children - through my suffering body - came unto ourselves today. i think i have been waiting for this painful, healing absurdly graceful moment all my life. and then we laughed"

God he is just so fucking exhausting.

[quote]Karole used it today to run her many errands before taking us to lunch and paying a visit to my friend Nelly at her gallery and getting ice cream cones. She has been trying to find some suture scissors to take mine out of my knee . She could find none in town so bought this make-do kit at Target. She was a nurse for many years but was a bit rusty so Facetimed my brother who is an OB/GYN while he was waiting to go into the delivery room. He talked her through it. She got one out. "I have to go deliver this baby," he said. She got the second out. As she was working on the third and hardest one, he Facetimed back. "okay, i delivered it, " he said focusing again on my knee but she was already snipping and pulling the last suture free.

This is so much over the top made-up bullshit. First of all, no nurse ever gets "a bit rusty" regarding removing sutures. They are fucking sutures. All THREE of them required Facetiming?

I have personally removed a dozen sutures from one hand with my less dominant hand with an exacto blade and a pair of needle nosed plyers.

I wish Sesshie nothing but pain!

Who do you think she is? R327

R350 The only person he’s still friends with from his SF days. She goes to a lot of SF society functions, but isn’t a Getty or anything like that. I just know her from social media and she seems like an okay person. I hope she sees Sesshie’s recent FB posts exploiting Ali MacGraw and rescinds the invite. I hate to think of that wormy little hobo showing up at her door with his bindle full of filthy drawers slung over his good shoulder.

Thanks R351

One thing I don't blame Sesshie for, is his abhorence of having to live in Section 8 elder housing. I get why he ran away from that shit, even if it might have been the best/safest thing for him to do.

Who the fuck wants to live around a bunch of old poor people? It's one of my great fears, too.

For that matter, I don't have any desire to have to potentially live around ANY old people even as I become one. I don't like old people and never have....they're boring and annoying. And, old.

Even if I had a shit ton of money and could live in nice senior housing it would still mean being surrounded by fossils who enjoy watching Wheel of Fortune and wearing ugly ass clothes and playing bingo in the rec room.

Shudders.

I’m having some difficulty keeping my breakfast down having just read that, R346.

So he basically thinks his sister has the right to take up space on someone’s (St Anne’s) private property. It’s naive that the Episcopal church down the road allowed that but no one is obligated to do so. Perhaps the Catholic Church needs the space more than the Episcopal Church does, or whatever. His sense of entitlement is grotesque. This is basically his world view in a nutshell. “You owe me.”

It’s nice, not it’s naive^

Hey y'all! I finally settled on the title of my next book! I sure hope you like it as much as I do: "The Musings and Pilgrimage of an Entitled Old Coot." I think Oprah will definitely want to make this into a movie. Maybe I can play myself...or play WITH myself...wouldn't that be just grand on the big screen? I may even give myself a spit-bath for the occasion.

He really has been dining out on those dead parents for 5 decades. Jesus.

"We three suffering little children - through my suffering body - came unto ourselves today."

Can he ever just experience things as a normal human being? He had an accident and his adult siblings (who are probably more sick of his shit that we will ever know) are helping him. But that's neither elaborate or baroque enough for our Sesshie. No. He's got to refer to three 60-somethings as children, and cast "his suffering body" as the lead in this ridiculous reframing of a banal event.

Yeah what about how his siblings suffer enduring/enabling his costly folly- again?

You don’t “heal” from “emotional trauma” — especially something as devastating as losing both parents as a kid.

This current voguish paradigm of somehow magically finally “fixing” what is broken within you is utter BS. You simply learn to face reality, deal with reality, and live with reality.

Constantly bringing, up and thereby luxuriating in, your psychic wounds is the very opposite of that — and the very opposite of “onward.”

Showing her tits again....

R362 And pretending that this obscenity was "sneaked on" to social media by his sister while he "moaned"his way through his stupid shoulder exercises. He must fuck off, painfully, and now.

Does she think she looks hunky?

R359, his language is getting awfully close to Messianic.

Next he’ll claim that his suture wounds are stigmata.

I know what you mean, r365. It is like a complete psychic break is just about to happen. Or has it already happened?

FB comment under Sesshie's topless pic:

Quinn Westbrook: "Please do NOT post a video of you “moaning” thru your exercises. I’m sure I’m speaking for many. And BLESS YOUR HEART, dearie."

👆 DLer

"Small-town Santa Fe. I love these flowers that my friends Jeffrey and Ali brought by. Jeffrey said they match the blue light that manifests around me in my place here."

Who talks like this? "Hello Sesshie. Ali MacGraw and I brought you these flowers that match the blue light that manifests around you in your place here."

*Ali and Jeffrey genuflect and kiss the hem of Sesshie's enormous, moth-eaten poncho.*

And scene.

Is the blue light like the side-effect of ED meds?

It’s one thing if you take a Viagra and see the blue light, but if you take a Viagra and other people see blue light manifesting itself around you, that’s a concern.

[quote]Small-town Santa Fe. The tough old coot emerges from the tiny house for a four-block afternoon constitutional after the second session of today’s shoulder exercises.

This *fucking* guy. Christ, he's annoying!

I still think the worst is all those people who post and fawn over his self-absorbed behavior.

R372: I like to think that much of the fawning is explained 8n part by two overlapping groups, 1) people who see a isolated post not having followed the long chain of crazy and write a breezy "Best wishes for your surgery/latest pet rehoming/latest lead on a big career comeback, etc, and 2) people who have a nervous reaction to uncomfortable situations where all doesn't appear quite right - "You look fabulous in that thrifted ladies' leather she'll jacket with the Peter Pan collar!")

He gives too.much information, both intentionally and unintentionally. It makes some people uncomfortable and forces a response in that FB way that people find themselves sending birthday wishes to someone whom they can't remember ended up in their friends list and for whom the have no real connection at all, but hey, have a good one!

FB commenters are, for the most part, low IQ, uneducated and inarticulate people. It's why I don't have any social media. I get triggered.

The fact that he can string a sentence together is enough to impress most people on that forum. The content of his character and his malignant narcissism flies right over their heads, save for the odd commenter who sees him for what he is, resulting in a prompt block. Even among those I'm convinced most are Dataloungers.

R353, I would LOVE to get a spot in senior housing, my aunt was pushed out of her home by her ex and a divorce agreement, and living with a friend until she could find housing. This became precarious when the friend’s husband died, and she was offered to sell the house. My anunt only recently landed senior housing after two years of looking. We all pay into this housing with taxes and is much needed- theres no shame for those that really need it because they were shoved off course of prudent financial planing by someone else, untenable situations they have no control over, or being deliberately scammed or taken advantage of.

At 53, one of the things that absolutely terrified me is not having a stable living situation in old age watching other’s rent go up hundreds of dollars a month. I had a weird situation during the pandemic I went through, a corporate landlord absolutely refused to renew our lease because of our newly acquired third dog. We spent months looking for a new place that would accept us, were approved, and when we moved in, mentioned offhandedly to the realtor that we’d be interested in buying in the same complex.

Two months later, the owner of our condo was going through a nasty divorce, and called and asked if we’d be interested in purchasing another condo he owned next door after a buyer financing fell apart- he had already haggled the price Dow as well . We went over to look at it and ten minutes later made an offer.

The mortgage and HOA is just under $1000, and I thank God for that little dog every day! We would’ve never moved without him and be paying twice the rent today.

Has he offered to luxuriously eat Karole out in order to pay forth his gratitude?

Yes, it's a fishy box lunch at the Y, but it will pale in comparison to a salmon Pret box on markdown.

He went to the local library to see if they had his book in stock. Narcissistic grifter.

R376 That was hilarious and repulsive.

As a New Orleanian, I sincerely hope this pilgrim picks up a grift in a place that is not the hotel I work at. Normally, peoples staying at a short term rental in New Orleans are considered persona non grata because they take away homes from working families. Miss Needs-to-be-Fucked-Right-Now is on my watch list. I don't want her taking pictures of me, but depending on when Messy comes in, it could be our slow season, thankfully.

She's congratulating her ex 'boss' Sean Patrick Maloney on his appointment as Ambassador to the OECD.

"Congratulations, Sean Patrick Maloney (one of the good guys.) Now those recent visits to Paris make sense other than just romantically with Randy Florke. I will be back next April and May for my spring sojourn there. Look forward to seeing you guys for a meal or two. Onward, indeed."

A meal or two or ten. All on the State Departments dime. Grifter éternelle.

I wish someone would bring up his random “salary” from Sean Patrick Maloney’s office on that Facebook thread.

“What were you even doing that you were being paid $30K a year? We know it wasn’t working as you document every moment of your existence and there was (not even once) a work post.”

Approximately $40000 over 10-months...

[quote]Maloney paid Sessums, who did not return a request for comment, roughly $3,000 a month in taxpayer funds, allowing his husband's "old friend" to pocket nearly $40,000 during the 10-month gig. Sessums wrote a daily column for his magazine as he collected the taxpayer-funded cash—in some of those columns, Sessums detailed personal travel to New Orleans, Mississippi, and London on days in which the House was in session.

[quote]Sessums's job in Maloney's office was his first in politics—prior to his role as an apparently part-time House staffer, Sessums interviewed A-list celebrities as a Vanity Fair writer, a job he lost after a falling-out with his editor that led to "a long descent into substance abuse, followed by unemployment and a time on food stamps," according to the New York Times. Sessums went on to work as an editor for FourTwoNine magazine before launching his own publication.

[quote]Maloney spokeswoman Mia Ehrenberg said Sessums "worked as a communication staffer" and offered no further details on his responsibilities. She acknowledged Sessums "had a personal project separate from his House employment."

^Sounds like fraud.

Exactly, R383. Appearances matter, and all the more for public figures spending public money.

Giving a small consulting job to a friend or acquaintance? Fine, if it's for a one-off focused project in which the contracted person has some arguable expertise and for which there's a clear record of a work product, the need behind it, and the benefit conferred. The amount of bookkeeping should fit the expenditure. For $40k someone ought to be able to cite some meeting notes, dates, and summary if the task and what was delivered.

Not too fucking difficult. No one's asking that there's evidence of a job well done, just some kind of fucking job some kind of half-assed done. Something. Anything.

What on Earth could she have possibly been providing to a Congressional office for that amount of money?

A deep dive of Hudson area thrift stores? Ways to prepare a cheap meal on one’s own commode? Tips on how to GET FUCKED RIGHT NOW?

Someone should report this. It’s fraud and abuse as well as misappropriation of funds. I don’t care that Maloney is no longer in office. This grifting cunt is fleecing our (the taxpayers) money to have Pret meals and purchase used women’s clothing.

[quote]Ambassador to the OECD

Office of Everything Connects Duplicitously

Ali MacGraw making a luncheon appearance again

Someone suggested edibles and he responded:

[quote]i'm in recovery

Ali MacGraw isn’t even a D list celebrity at this point.

R390 when was the last time she was in anything?

This must have really swollen his ego

[QUOTE] Ali MacGraw isn’t even a D list celebrity at this point.

She is an Oscar nominee though, a designation that never goes away.

She needs to stop taking pictures of her tits against the 'blue light'. It is revolting.

Is she reading this thread?

She just posted a picture (no joke) of the Eurasian Blue Tit bird.

Ali MacGraw is a 70s fashion icon as well as a minimally talented actress. I’m a fan and wish she would stay buying him lunch.

Wondering how he will make Tina Turner's death about himself.

So much Sesshy.

And yet we haven't heard anything about La Pissalina in Puerto Vallarta lately. Is he still selling his broken dick to tourists for pesos?

Where does she go after Santa Fe?

San Francisco, then Mississippi, then Provincetown then North Carolina. The pilgrimage.

He's a pathetically embarrassing, subpar, disingenuous writer and human, and a disgusting old coot with droopy, repulsive tits, zero self-awareness, and a revolting waste of tax-payer dollars in every possible meaning of the term. I can't even follow him anymore. That said, I'm a weak humanoid, and will certainly peek in here and there, and will probably spew all over DL when I do.

Keep up the good fight, compadres!

I can only follow him via DL. Looking directly at his Instagram is excruciating. The plates of toilet omlets, the old furry nipples… 🤢

R2: "If I have a choice to be treated in France ..... rather than the United States, I am choosing France."

That's what I thought, too.

Okay the stupid bandage is off . Can he please take a fucking shower now? If I have to read "spit bath" one more time I'm going to scream.

"Love means never having to say you're having lunch with Sesshie!"

What’s for lunch? Messhy Pusshy porridge.

Another here who has to take a break. Maybe it's the Santa Fe healing airs or waters, or our pilgrim laying thick the coincidences and connections and addict's vocabulary for "healing" and shamen and shards of light and all that kooky shit.

Kooky spirituality and higher planes don't wear well on our pilgrim who would rather be telling us about his toilet seat sniffing adventures at the Dior shop, or name dropping whilst stuffing his pockets with testers/samples at Malin + Goetz or some name that has currency and celebrity Q score or meaning that really means something for this bottomless pit of need to think that he was once famous-adjacent.

I need a break from the Santa Fe freak show chapter.

Onward.

You may get one, R407. Would a government shutdown slow our pilgrim on his (self-) appointed rounds and impede his pilgrimage?

Boisterous bag of hot air, that one. She talks like a meth addict.

Did Ali wash his underwear again?

Ali can’t seem to spot a grifter.

Maybe Ali needs to plan her "Getaway!"

Her posts at her nephew's are nauseating

He’s more Mr. Magoo than Auntie Mame.

And more Pig Pen than Magoo

"Dinner tonight at Tune Up. Chicken piccata with garlic mashed potatoes and zucchini. House salad."

And strategically placed copy of James Baldwin's "The Fire Next Time" -- a favorite prop. As if he's reading this. What a fucking insufferable poseur. Shaddap!

R416, that book must reek of unrefrigerated blue cheese and sulphurous boiled eggs and meals whipped up atop toilet seats.

I think he uses photos of the Baldwin book and the neatly "curated" watches on his desk as some kind of perverse drinking game for his readers.

He’s just an ancient adolescent. Pitiful.

Maybe he heard about James Baldwin from Madonna.

"Small-town Santa Fe. Selfie. 26 days after breaking my shoulder. 10 days after surgery. My surgeon told me when he first looked at my X-rays and other tests that even with the shattered shoulder I have the body of a younger man than my 67 years but I have felt at times during this last month as if I have aged to catch up with myself. I grew the white beard before the break to own my age a bit more and accept it but I still wanted to look good and stave off wrinkles. All the grimacing in pain I have done this last month and the lack of fitful sleep - I dread getting through the nights since lying down is problematic when not deeply painful - have no doubt aged me. "

"Fitful" is one of her favorite words lately and she clearly has no idea what it means.

"Fitful" is to "Restful" - AS - "Sesshie" is to "Talented"

More like “full of shit”-ful.

And he thinks we believe that his doctor is talking about his body being younger than its years. Bitch, please.

His baloney nips look 85 years old.

And his dentist said he had the mouth of a much younger person. A toothless newborn.

Blue light, on my shoulder, makes me happy...

R424 that made me howl

Another day sucking on the teat of 84 year old Ali MacGraw. What on earth does she find so alluring about the perpetual insufferable grifter Sesshie?

The smell of old, delusional man is strong.

Love how he keeps referring to her as 'my friend Ali'. She's such a star fucker.

Why does he keep referring to A MacGraw as 'my friend Ali'. She's a mark not a friend.

Love how he keeps referring to her as 'my friend Ali'. He's been a star fucker since the minute he came to New York to attend Juilliard (drop out).

He talked to his 'friend' Ali about George Maharis on the day he died. And that became one of his 'heightened coincidences' or as other people call it, a coincidence.

"Yesterday, Ali MacGraw and i were resting sitting on a log in the shade in Madrid, New Mexico, while the others in our little tribe were off having a silly adventure. She asked me about my own acting days when i attended Juilliard's Drama Division and the few years afterward when i was an actor. We got to talking about one of the productions of Equus i did at Theatre of the Stars in Atlanta. James Daly - father of Tyne and Tim - was supposed to play Dr. Dysart to my Alan Strang but injured his back and suggested George Maharis replace him which he did. Ali and I ended up talking about George for a bit - I hardly ever talk about him - and i even mentioned that the last time i talked about him was long ago with Edward Albee who told me that George gave one of the greatest stage performances he'd still ever seen in the original off-Broadway production of Edward's "Zoo Story."

l got home a few hours later and pulled up the NY Times and suddenly saw this obit. Another Heightened Coincidence. i sent it to Ali who was shocked by how heightened and coincidental it was but said she was getting used to such occurrences hanging out with me.

Everything connects.

R.I.P."

"my own acting days when i attended Juilliard's Drama Division...."

He was a drop out.

He wants all his Frau-Followers to envision him as naked Alan Strang.

In fact he could perform the role again right now! He doesn’t even need rehearsal.

He enters the same 50 words-du-jour (light, heightened, coincidence, grateful, prayerful, fitful) into his tired, smelly old blender, and regurgitates them without shame into his asinine updates.

PS: The twat just posted about yet another "lady top" he bought and into which he's wedged his fetid droopy-nippled lady body.

Où est le vomitoire? Je vais dégueuler.

I honestly think Santa Fe was good for our Sesshie. My guess about Ali and Jeffrey is that they're both in recovery (we know Ali is), and saw in Sesshie someone who is really living on the edge and about to pop off, so they decided to join forces and show him some care and stability. And wash his filthy drawers. And the sister really went above and beyond. If I gave a hoot about this clown, I'd suggest he just stay there. If the shed he's in isn't available he could get some sad little casita and have the support of A&J, and his nephew in Albuquerque. At the same time, the likely reason Ali and Jeffrey were so generous with their time may have to do with the fact that they knew it was a temporary arrangement. Sesshie is leaving tomorrow, and not coming back until next summer. (In case you missed it, he announced yesterday his intention to spend June and July of next year in Santa Fe. I think that is... very optimistic of him.) So it was a short term commitment. They knew that eventually they could take a deep breath through their noses and not pass out from the stench.

So he's off to San Francisco tomorrow. A San Francisco that is very different city than the one he lived in pre-pandemic. It's not the wasteland that Fox News would have you believe, but it's not at its best right now either. And there was something about being in Nowheresville, New Mexico that suited him. He acted like he was too good for all of this -- the first day in he visited his sister's RV he said something like, "I never imagined I would spend an afternoon is such a manner!" Please, Gladys.

But once he gets to poor old San Francisco, he's going to get at least a whiff of the cosmopolitan life again, and want to rub his filthy ass up against it. So far he's just talked about going to see the Giants play. How butch. I hope he wears one of his Lane Bryant frocks to the ballpark. For longtime fans, we can look forward to Mr. Magoo slithering all over town again looking for baristas and the inappropriately youthful children of friends he can sidle up to and force into his Facebook content.

Gentlemen, start your engines. Sesshie rides at dawn.

I love the way you write, r436.

Onwards - 2 day old pret boxes await.

Was Karole originally going to drive her camper and have her wife meet them in Santa Fe? Or did that plan go into action once he became injured? The Santa Fe leg of this “pilgrimage” seems like the most fruitful for Kevin.

San Francisco does not need more mentally ill addicts wandering the streets.

Who will he suck up to in SF? Who are his famous “friends” there?

I have the distinct impression that Ms. Sissy will trip and break another shoulder while traveling the Camino America. Probably way down South in the French Quarter, or even Uptown-- our streets and sidewalks are treacherous. At least she'll have family nearby. Good surgeons, not so much.

R439 I believe she went because he was injured... it wasn't part of the original plan. She was enjoying herself in the Florida Keys when Sesshie took a header down the metro stairs, encumbered by two valises of used ladies clothing he bought in Paris.

[quote] But once he gets to poor old San Francisco, he's going to get at least a whiff of the cosmopolitan life again, and want to rub his filthy ass up against it. So far he's just talked about going to see the Giants play. How butch. I hope he wears one of his Lane Bryant frocks to the ballpark. For longtime fans, we can look forward to Mr. Magoo slithering all over town again looking for baristas and the inappropriately youthful children of friends he can sidle up to and force into his Facebook content.

"Lane Bryant frocks"! R436, j'adore.

“Small-town San Francisco. My new bedroom at my friend Jennifer’s place in Pac Heights. The blue light welcomed me then settled in as I did by putting out the personal effects with which I travel to make each place I settle into feel Iike my talismanic home. #grateful”

Okay, first of all… woof! This bedroom is a disaster. It’s as if Helen Keller said, “I have a vision.” LOL, just kidding. She said, “I’m blind and can’t see shit. Let me decorate this bedroom and someday a repulsive stanky clown will plant his filthy spit-bath ass here and stink the joint up.”

To which I say, Helen, you are a visionary and Sesshie is a sniveling little bitch.

Second of all, it’s Presidio Heights you pretentious little creep, not “Pac Heights.”

Onward into the heightened, elevated, canned tomato soup that is La Vida Sesshie.

Blue light makes me picture a gas stove.

R446 And gas stoves make me think of Sylvia Plath who, whatever her faults, was a talented poet. Unlike Sesshie who is a fucking spit-bathed clown.

This place is a palace compared to the bedsits he's used to!

Thread theme song

I can't imagine wanting to traipse across the country with a broken shoulder, for no particular reason except to mooch off people.

Of course obligatory photos of the watches and glasses and copies of James Baldwin on the bedside table. Such a predictable grifter.

Why do he and Madonna use James Baldwin in this way?

She's loving her digs in SF that she grifted.

JFC his life is exhausting. The big trips every few weeks or months, traipsing around with a broken shoulder, always angling for freebies and free lunches and charitable offers of bedrooms, cosying up to b&b strangers, demanding selfies with uncomfortable strangers and acquaintances, pretending to read James Baldwin and showing off his watch collection, tumbling down the stairs….exhausting.

It's more a Personality Replacement, R454 - for an actual one that is lacking.

Convenient failure to mention the $12k GoFundMe that he had for the dying dog and which his 'higher power' told him to keep after the dog died.

GRIFTER.

Bitch should sell those watches, stop wearing ladies clothes and actually read something.